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PAIN OF LOSS

 

Your skin is so cold

Your hands can’t grip mine

Your blue eyes are unfocused

Your chest no longer breaths

Your brother paces the room

 

My heart hurts

My eyes fill with tears

My breath is unsteady

My hands shake

My voice turns to whimpers

 

But you’re in a better place now,

Free of pain

Free of suffering

Be happy my friend

 

 

   -Brianne

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